Damage Control

Here is how my afternoon played out yesterday...

After a walk & the park downtown, the boys played outside. Dylan wanted to make a dam and a waterfall in his sandbox. I knew it would be messy. I decide that's just part of having boys.

Dwayne & I stripped the boys down, cleaned them and put fresh clothes on them for dinner.

On the menu for dinner: rice. I make rice often and have no idea why. It's messy! I usually wait until it dries before even trying to clean it up.

Dwayne had to go out, so I left the boys at the table while I went to pour a bath for them. Big mistake. When I came back, there was rice all over all of them (including the baby), on the windowsill, across the whole table, on the floor...everywhere. Rice food fight!

I stripped Dylan down again and sent him to the tub. I stripped Kobe down again and sent him to the potty. Not necessarily because I wanted him to go pee, just to keep him occupied while I cleaned the baby.

Kobe had a huge pee in the potty. He pulled the pot part out to come show me. I was trying to tell him to take it back when he ripped around. Imagine a windmill-type motion. Pee went everywhere in the living room. All furniture was avoided, although I have no idea how. He turned around with his lips in an 'oh' position. The look on his face said, "HOLY CRAP, I didn't see that coming!"

While I was cleaning that up, Dylan decided to make a lake in my bathroom by splashing in the tub.

By the time I was done, I was pooped. I broke my most important housework rule: Don't go to bed until after you've cleaned up. I cleaned up the pee and the lake in the bathroom, but that's it. I woke up to rice on the windowsill and a chicken bone under the table.

I seem to have many days like this. You know, the ones where you do damage control all.day.long. Character training? Proactive parenting? No way, simply survival!

Do you all have days like these?